The ships were under way with the tide in the gray of the early morning, and crept along the shore to the island slowly.

There were men watching our going from the cliffs, but there had been no alarm from the Irish in the night.

I dare say they claim to have driven Hakon of Norway from their shores even to this day, but I do not know that it matters if they do.

No one is the worse for the boast, or the better either, for that matter.
Hakon took the ships into the little strait for easier landing than from the open shore.

His men were waiting at the water's edge for us, but there were no hermits to be seen at first, for it was one of their hours of service in the chapel.